I'll Be Safe and You'll Be Sorry [Active/Open]

[agentpompadour]

Characters: J, anyone who responded to this post
Time: Sunday afternoon, a bit after this
Location: The Blackstone Hotel
Content: J has a wolf belt. People yell at him. A lot.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Depends on who shows up. Probably yelling and swearing to start.

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[tinybutfierce]

Karrin made her way down to the lobby. She was curious about what else had shown up in her city. Well, it was hard to call it her city any more considering the differences, but she'd lived in and protected Chicago for so long it was hard to think differently.

She came into the lobby, fully prepared to hear some "crazy" story. It was almost like having her job back...almost.

There was only one other person in the lobby so she figured this might be the guy. "Hey. Were you the one posting about the supernatural stuff a few minutes ago," she asked. She didn't take a seat, instead standing over the disheveled young man and giving him a once over. "I'm Karrin Murphy. I used to work Special Investigations for the Chicago Police Department," she paused, "What can I do for you?" Her eyes drifted to the bag sitting on the ground next to him but she didn't mention it just yet.

[agentpompadour]

He got to his feet as soon as he heard her tune approach, figuring he may as well do this right. "I am," he replied, listening to her introduction. Special Investigations was new on him, but that didn't mean it wasn't out there. "Name's J. Thanks for comin'."

He took a few seconds to consider his words, then realized he still wasn't in any state to say anything not immediately incriminating. Instead, he bent over and picked up the bag, deftly untying the knot and upending it, dumping the belt out of the bag and onto the chair. "Ever seen anything like that before?"

[tinybutfierce]

As soon as the contents of the bag spilled out there was a sharp intake of breath and a muttered curse. In all the years that had passed since that case Karrin still hated thinking about it. It took everything in her not to just grab it and trash it. No, she needed the story first and then she could get rid of that thing.

"Where did you get that?" she asked, her tone suddenly sharp as she looked from the wolf pelt up to J. In others words, yes J she had seen something like that before and she wasn't too pleased to see it again.

[agentpompadour]

The sudden sharpness in the Music overtook Murphy's curse, and J realized he'd gone right out of the frying pan into the fire. In his experience, fires fueled by angry blonde women tended to end particularly poorly for him. "I'll take that as a yes," he muttered.

Murphy's tone suddenly matched her tune. If J hadn't already been in trouble, he certainly would be now. "Found it out by the pier," he replied, calm as he could manage. "It was lyin' in the middle of the street."